Page 40 of Submit

“Get in, babygirl. I’ll join you in a second or two.”

She nodded, and he held back the clear shower curtain as she stepped under the warm spray. Then she watched him quickly undress, his body muscular and beautiful to her, even more so in this quiet moment.

He stepped in behind her, turned her body around, and kissed her more gently than he ever had before, and her heart felt as if it might burst from that sweet tenderness, his lips impossibly soft against hers. Then he moved back so he could grab her pink scrubbie and her jasmine-and-sandalwood scented bath gel, and he carefully lathered her from head to toe, lingering to rub the scrubbie over her nipples, causing pleasure to ripple over her skin before he slid the scrubbie down over her stomach.

“Turn around, love,” he murmured, moving her with his strong hands until her back was against his solid body. And as the water fell, he swept the suds over her stomach, then lower, her body lighting up with anticipation as he slowly moved over her mound.

“Oh, yes, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me, Adam.”

One hand slid into the back of her damp hair, grabbing it firmly at the roots, making her feel his aura of power. Making her feel completely his.

As he held her, he dropped the scrubbie and his other hand continued the slow slide over her mound, across the tip of her swelling clit, and she moaned with pleasure.

“Ah-ah. We still have to wash your hair.”

“Yes, Adam,” she agreed, even though all she wanted was for him to slide his hand between her thighs and press his fingers inside her.

Instead, she waited patiently as he rubbed shampoo through her long locks, rinsed her, then massaged conditioner in.

“I’ve never been so spoiled,” she told him as he ran his fingers over her scalp. It felt amazing, temporarily distracting her from the fire raging through her system.

“I plan to spend forever spoiling you. Loving you.”

“Ah, Adam. What else?”

“You know what else, Skye. I need to own you. Hurt you in the best way possible, in the way we both love.”

“Mmm, yes, please. Can it be now?”

“Baby,” was all he said before he gave her thigh a hard slap.

“Oh!”

The water on her skin made it sting like crazy, and her pussy clenched.

“Come here, Skye.”

He used his big hands to shift her body once more, until she was braced with her hands on the white tiles, her back to him, her body bent over at the waist. He used his foot to gently kick her thighs apart, and she loved it, loved how he showed her that she belonged to him.

He started to spank her, one hand firmly clasping the back of her neck while the other came down over and over on her ass. The sharp sound as he hit her wet skin seemed to reverberate in her head as her body sank into the tempo he set. The pain was lovely—sharp and stinging. But there was something else there, something different in the way he touched her, moved her body around, in the way he’d pause to lean in and kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. It was an unbelievable tenderness, even as he brought her pain. And she felt it down to her very soul.

It was love. And it changed everything.

The pressure in her body built, her stomach going tight as her pussy swelled and pulsed with need.

He finally released her neck and brought his free hand around her body, sliding it down between her thighs. He began to work her clit, teasing and pinching, rolling it between his fingers, and her system filled up with pleasure. She arched her hips into his hand, and he allowed it. She understood this moment was more about them simply being together, that while the power play was still there and always would be, he was letting some of that power go to simply give her what she needed. To deepen their bond.

She let her head fall back as he continued to spank her ass, the pain there and the spiraling pleasure as he played with her pussy melding, and soon she couldn’t tell the difference between the two sensations—that and the water falling on her skin.

“Adam, I need to…”

“Not yet.”

She wanted to sigh her frustration, but in a moment, he’d turned her body to face him and was down on his knees on the tile, spreading her legs wide.

---